User blog comment:Biggren/Silvir Shadows/@comment-7207319-20150205200008/@comment-3135907-20150405223054

The rat smiled, turning around for a moment to accept something from one of the others. He turned back around sharply, grinning. In his paw was a long piece of wood, like a baton- in his other was a clump of oily rags and cloths. Tweng spoke, immitating an almost perfect military patrol accent. "I say! D'you chaps like fire? I do. I think it's absoballylutely splendid, donchaknow. Well; do you? Eh?"